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Richard III Lyrics
Soon you'll be burning orphanages down
Watching ashes scatter all over town
And when the smoke gets too close to the ground
You'll see blue trampling over grey and green over brown
And you'll be cutting ears off of dead men
Pumping shells into the carcass for hours on end
Then you'll swear that we've always been friends
And be unable to conceive it could ever happen again
Of course, you have never been to blame for the various horrible things that you did
You may have gotten away with them too, if not for those meddling kids
The lump in your throat, the ache in your bones
They are nobody's fault but your own
And whatever amount you paid
For your many distractions, well, it was too much
And at the end of the day
To whatever extent you hate yourself, it isn't enough
And we can no longer afford
Waiting for someone to lift this terrible swift sword
In our basements, we all look so bored
We've never seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
There will be parties, there will be fun
There'll be tall gallows for everyone
And we will all be sleeping easy
Upon the sinking of the sun
But there's only one dream that I keep close,
And it's the one of my hand at your throat
I will not deny my humanity
I'll be rolling in it like a pig in feces
Because there's no other integrity
In awaiting the demise of our species
May you endure every indignity knowing all the while that life will go on
And when it ends, may you have nothing to say, except that it took too long
And may I be there somehow
Asking, "Where are all your friends now?"
Watching ashes scatter all over town
And when the smoke gets too close to the ground
You'll see blue trampling over grey and green over brown
Pumping shells into the carcass for hours on end
Then you'll swear that we've always been friends
And be unable to conceive it could ever happen again
You may have gotten away with them too, if not for those meddling kids
The lump in your throat, the ache in your bones
They are nobody's fault but your own
For your many distractions, well, it was too much
And at the end of the day
To whatever extent you hate yourself, it isn't enough
Waiting for someone to lift this terrible swift sword
In our basements, we all look so bored
We've never seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
There will be parties, there will be fun
There'll be tall gallows for everyone
And we will all be sleeping easy
Upon the sinking of the sun
But there's only one dream that I keep close,
And it's the one of my hand at your throat
I'll be rolling in it like a pig in feces
Because there's no other integrity
In awaiting the demise of our species
And when it ends, may you have nothing to say, except that it took too long
And may I be there somehow
Asking, "Where are all your friends now?"
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"Richard" is a song on Billy Bragg's first album that has the chorus, "There will be parties, there will be fun, there will be prizes for everyone."
Richard III is a Shakespeare play, genius.
Richard III is a Shakespeare play, genius.
...and the song's called Richard II, dickhead. and before you start throwing around the insults, I realize Richard II is also a Shakespeare play. also, the album The Monitor contains many references to Billy Bragg's music, and this is clearly one of them. thanks for the reference, grnbean.
...and the song's called Richard II, dickhead. and before you start throwing around the insults, I realize Richard II is also a Shakespeare play. also, the album The Monitor contains many references to Billy Bragg's music, and this is clearly one of them. thanks for the reference, grnbean.
the song's called Richard II
This song is fucking amazing. Titus never ceases to dazzle me with their pure fucking energy and epicness.
Not sure if this song is about the protagonist dealing with the reality of killing a fellow man, or if he's actually talking about someone else.
As the entire album is supposed to be based on the US civil war, "blue trampling over grey" seems like it would be witnessing union troops 'trampling over' confederacy troops - the colours of their respective uniforms.
"green over brown" is less clear - the only thing I can I can think of is grass growing over the mud of the battlefield.
You are halfway home with the "green over brown" lyric. I think it is the grass growing over the dirt/mud/soil lying atop their graves.
You are halfway home with the "green over brown" lyric. I think it is the grass growing over the dirt/mud/soil lying atop their graves.